Good Girls Don't (Donovan Brothers Brewery 1)

Luke folded his hands in front of him. “We picked up someone this weekend who was involved in the break-in.”

“Involved?” Eric asked. “How?”

“He walked in, took the computers and the keg and walked out.”

“Walked in?” Eric snapped. He shot an ice-cold look at Jamie. “What do you mean, he just walked in?”

Luke held up a hand. “Someone contracted him. Told him not to worry about the door or the alarm.”

“I locked that fucking door,” Jamie growled. “I set the alarm.”

Tessa touched his hand to calm him down. “Who contracted the thief?” she asked. Ah. Here was the sticking point.

“The guy got an anonymous phone call. If he did the job, he could keep anything else he wanted. The caller just wanted the computers.”

Tessa frowned. “For the Social Security numbers.”

“Yes. The thief left the computers on the other side of your back fence. Aside from the phone call, he had no contact with the caller.”

“So that’s it?” Jamie asked. “That’s all you’ve got?”

“Not quite. I found a cigarette pack on the other side of the fence. We got a print.”

Jamie made an impatient hurry-up gesture. Luke played the coward and held Jamie’s gaze instead of looking at Tessa. “The print belonged to Graham Kendall.”

Tessa gasped. Loudly. But her brothers both just frowned. “Kendall?” Eric asked. “As in Roland Kendall’s son?”

“Yes.”

“Graham,” he muttered. “The guy who runs Kendall Flight. That makes no sense.”

Luke finally dared a look at Tessa. Her face was pale as snow, her lips still parted in shock.

“I know at first glance it must seem like an odd coincidence,” Luke said. “But I have reason to believe that—”

“When did you get that print?” Tessa blurted out.

Luke cleared his throat. “I picked up the print on Wednesday, but we didn’t get a hit until later.”

“How much later?” she pushed.

“Yesterday.”

“Yesterday.” Her mouth barely moved. “You had Graham Kendall’s name yesterday.”

He held her gaze and didn’t say a word.

Eric waved a hand. “What the hell does that matter? I want to know what all this means.”

Luke nodded. “We need to know which of you knew Graham Kendall. How you know him. How much time he’s spent in the brewery.”

“We don’t know him,” Eric insisted. “Well, Tessa ran into him once.”

“I went to lunch with him,” she clarified.

“What?” Eric asked. Luke tried not to assume the same outraged expression.

“It was just lunch. He wanted to discuss that charity event.”